Is The Sky Blue?

The sky is not blue,
For there are clouds between me and you.
Clouds of dust,
Dust of trouble,
Caused by...
Who? Who?? Who???
Me and you.
I started the quarrel,
You ended it;
I felt sad,
You felt bad.
For, of course, we were only the cause
Of the whole hasty thing.
I thought and thought,
You fought and fought,
Against abominable anger that surrounded us.
But we will break it’s wall,
And get back to our happiness.
There is nothing to worry about,
Or be sorry about,
But yet...
We are, after all, just young.
Our matters are not considered important,
Though it may be to us.
But what shall we do then?
We break our hearts open,
To see what it has underneath,
But when I discover the whole thing, I hesitate.
I can join the pieces of my heart again!
I can make you my friend again!
I can. Can you?
Oh, of course you can!
Is the sky blue?